We are now heading for the rooms where the heads of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are staying. Reaching the door, Lucy knocks. “Come in!” says a woman in a thick French accent.
“And 'oo may you be?” asks a large, tall woman. “If you are ze person 'oo comes with ze coffee, I do not want any.”
“Oh, no,” says Lucy. “I'm a reporter from the Daily Prophet, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions-- you <i>are</i> the headmistress of Beauxbatons, aren't you?”
“Yes, I am indeed! What do you 'ave to ask, reporter?”
“What do you think of the selection of the champions?”
“Ze champions? Mignon is a wonderful girl, I 'ave no problems with 'er.”
The parchment was once again on a table, along with the inkpot. “Are you satisfied with the fact that Hogwarts was once again chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament?”
“Zat is an absurd question! Of course I am satisfied! Oh, 'ogwarts is like a second 'ome to me. Pumpkin juice?” The woman pours out pumpkin juice into a glass.
“Oh, no, thank you! Do you know where I can find the head of Durmstra- oh, Tim, what have you done?” What I have done is exactly what I have been plotting to do all this time... Knocking over the ink bottle. “Tim, all my notes! What are you trying to do by being so naughty?”
“Is zere a problem?” asks the head of Beauxbatons.